I'm awakened from my stupor by the sound of you ringing the door. With eyes half-lidded, I groggily wheeze and call out to you. Come hurrrrrp in. My sudden belch causes my immense belly to wobble. Bring... shome huff fhoood... while yur at it. As you open the door, your nostrils are invaded by a foul stench. You have to step over beer cans, plastic bags and boxes that once contained food littering the floor. You soon witness my immobile body atop a futon that broke long ago.